His eyes were bright, and his voice had in it an unaccustomed timbre. “To Hell if we don’t change our ways. She fluttered it with a trembling hand, averting her eyes from his, and he could hear her uneven breath behind it. Her eyes flashed and she withdrew the dagger, pulling away from him. There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate. This left Spurlock alone. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. Dead or alive, I'll have him.
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